Monday, April 20, 2009

Infinite Seed and Spilling Into It

Still clip from Daft Punk's Electroma, 2007
Go on, look through my body of glass.
Manipulate the mirrors inside your eye
so as to illude my perfection into existence.

My driftwood heart is floating in a bath tub
of dirt.

And from this mountain, I can see the red star rise
in the ecstatic sky, like a colored-in triangle.

My eye lashes are attached to the vertical tug-of-blood
drops, sluggishly seeping out from an oblivious cloud;
and, the black-night fire
is reaching down from somewhere to swallow


Of the wild flowers, who will stand tall
and weird?
and drip in the translucent shine of destruction?

Who will walk into darkness, eyes wide?

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